I'm glad I haven't quit smoking yet

Opening scene: a 10-minute play for an assignment in a class I took, but it kind of reads like a short story. Two girls: chance meeting. Thanks Ms. Casey for allowing me to be me. :)

Submitted:Dec 30, 2012
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Marie has no desire to go out in this 20 degree weather but her
friends insist that sitting at home on the couch reading a book
is no way to spend her Friday night. It is 10pm on the 13th of
October. This day usually brings Marie great surprises and has
always proven to be a lucky night for her so she gives in to her
friends request. She begins getting ready with no inclination of
just how lucky tonight will end up being for her.

Jean is new in town with only a few friends and they are on their
way to a party across town at a co-workers house. She is excited
to meet new people and get to know the area better. Although
Friday the 13th has never been a good night for her, she is
determined to change that as part of her fresh start in this new
city.

Marie and her friends arrive at the party and park the car at the
end of a long row of vehicles. The baby blue house to the left is
overflowing with people and the music is so loud the girls have a
hard time hearing each other in the car.

Inside, Jean is feeling a bit claustrophobic. She decides to step
outside for a quick smoke, a habit she plans to break at the
start of the New Year. As she quickly rounds the corner just
outside the door she slams right in to a tall, dark haired girl
with deep eyes, she swears they are black.

Marie: "Oh, I'm sorry; I was just having a smoke before entering
the madhouse. I really shouldn't be standing right outside the
door. Are you okay?"

Jean is spellbound, she has never seen a girl this beautiful, and
they don't make them like that where she's from. She can't even
remember what year it is, let alone how to say hello. She doesn't
know if she's okay, she only knows that she is glad she hasn't
quit smoking yet.

Jean: "It's okay, I was just coming out to get some fresh air and
pollute my lungs."

Jean thinks to herself (What! That doesn't even make sense. Fresh
air and a cigarette?! Are you stupid Jean? This girl should just
walk away right now).

But Marie finds the humor in the crazy statement and offers up
her lighter, she can't stop staring at this gorgeous pixy looking
creature. As Jean leans forward to light her cigarette on the
flame her eyes are transfixed on Marie's onyx stare.

The two girls carry on a conversation so easily that they forget
just how cold it is. After 30 minutes and enough smoking, they
decide to say goodbye to their friends and head on over to the
local 24 hr. burger joint where they eat, and talk for hours.
Marie knows that the book she left on her bedside table would
have never been this interesting. Jean knows that her Friday the
13th luck had officially changed for the better.